Senior is my fake wife

"What's the situation?" Bai Qin was a little inexplicable about Sui Zhen's hostility towards him, and wanted to say a few words to Fu Qiong, Sui Zhen was already ready to go on stage.

Fu Qiong had no choice but to shrug his shoulders at him and could only sit on a chair by the court.

He is not tall enough to play basketball, so he can play if he really wants to play, but among them, he is probably treated the same as the ball.

He doesn't watch Sui Zhen play basketball much. He just thinks it's the same as playing games with him. The offense is fierce, but there is an undercurrent of restraint and calmness, and the details are in place.And he has long hands and feet, and he has the athletic talent that God rewards him for eating.

But this time it was even more fierce, so fierce that Fu Qiong sat there and watched for a while, feeling that they played a game of life and death in this game.

Fu Qiong slowly rubbed the bracelet with her fingers, looking down.

"Hey!!"

"Ah—prevent him—!!"

"Fuck!!"

Fu Qiong raised her head. Before Sui Zhen was watched by Ivey in physical education class, this time two people are in a team. The object of Sui Zhen's full follow-up is Bai Qin alone. As long as the ball is in Bai Qin's hands, Sui Zhen will definitely put him down. Stare hard.

At the beginning, Bai Qin would joke with him loudly: "Dude, don't keep staring at me alone? Am I handsome?"

Sui Zhen raised his wrist to block it, and Bai Qin stepped back, trembling: "Oh, so fierce?"

Sui Zhen sneered: "I said you can't get in any of them."

Bai Qin really thought he was joking at first.

But at the end of the first half, Bai Qin found that he was naive.

Several people were already sweating profusely during the intermission, Sui Zhen pulled the hem of his clothes to wipe the sweat off his chin, his chest heaved and panted.Bai Qin, who had already been stared at over there and had no sense of competitive sports experience, ran over and yelled, "Brother, do I have a grudge against you?"

Sui Zhen raised his head to drink water and ignored him.

Fu Qiong bought water for them and handed out napkins one by one: "Does Abo drink water?"

"Senior, look at him!" Bai Qin took the water and complained, "He's so annoying!"

After drinking, Sui Zhen twisted the bottle, threw it into the trash can with one hand, the water bottle shook a few times, and jumped out of the trash can.

"Hahahahaha!!" Bai Qin immediately found an opportunity to ridicule him, followed his example and made a shot, and scored.

"Tut tsk tsk." Bai Qin shook his head and mocked him, "That's it? A three-point marksman? A master?"

Sui Zhen's face was gloomy, and he looked at him in a blink of an eye: "Have you finished your rest?"

"It's over." Bai Qin looked back generously.

"Let's go." Sui Zhen said, "We will count individual points in the second half, and whoever is higher will treat."

"Tch, then wait for the treat." Bai Qin said.

Ai Wei ran to drink water and saw this scene, and tremblingly walked to Fu Qiong's side: "Why do they both have such a strong smell?"

"..." Fu Qiong didn't even know why.

Many years later, Fu Qiong and Bai Qin recalled the day when he and Sui Zhen met. Fu Qiong asked him why he and Sui Zhen could play basketball so inseparably.

"He's just crazy!" Bai Qin was still angry and funny when he remembered that day, "A man he didn't know came to provoke trouble in anger, marking me in the first half and disgusting me, as if he had a grudge against me? I wonder where I offended you..."

"Then why did you get more and more excited to fight with him in the end... I remember you two fought until dark that day." Fu Qiong asked.

"There is nothing else about me. I just want to win and lose. I don't care what this crazy guy wants to do. Anyway, I can't lose." Bai Qin said, "Now that I think about it, he regarded me as an imaginary rival in love?"

"Impossible." Fu Qiong said lightly, "He didn't like me back then."

"I can't understand him." Bai Qin said, "Think about it, if he cared so much about you liking you then, why didn't he stay with you?"

Fu Qiong shook her head.

He remembered that Sui Zhen and Bai Qin fought until dark that day.

The people in their dormitory and Ivey all fell to the ground one after another, and the two were still one-on-one under the basket.

Fu Qiong took the wet wipes in the bag, wiped the stools clean for the tough men in their dormitory, and patted them: "Sit."

"Wow, they are crazy!" Ivy sat down and sighed after drinking the water that Fu Qiong handed over.

"They are perpetual motion machines, when will this fight end?" Another person asked.

"This is a man's damn desire to win." Ivy said, "Sir, why don't you ask?"

Fu Qiong thought about it too, ran to the side of the court, and asked over there: "It's six o'clock! What time do you finish?"

The only sounds on the court are the scuffing of sneakers and the whispering of more and more onlookers around.

Fu Qiong said again: "Stop beating, I'm hungry!"

After hearing this, Sui Zhen finally dribbled over and threw the ball to Bai Qin.

"No more fights?!" Bai Qin shouted unconvinced, "Come again!"

Sui Zhen ignored him and walked in front of Fu Qiong. His chest heaved violently and he was panting heavily, as if he had reached the limit of his physical strength.

Fu Qiong asked him to put on his clothes: "Put on quickly, I'm hungry."

He also gave him Bai Qin's coat: "Abo, yours."

"Oh, I don't want to wear it." Bai Qin said, fanning it with his hand, "Dad is so hot."

"I'm going to catch a cold." Fu Qiong said. "Put it on."

"You look like my mother, senior, you..." Before he finished speaking, he saw that Sui Zhen had obediently put it on.

Bai Qin: "?"

Why is Lord Yan so obedient?

Bai Qin took two sips of water and finally calmed down.

"How is it?" Bai Qin asked Ivy, "Did I beat him?"

"Who the hell counts for the two of you, you will count on the court if you kill yourself." Ivy said.

Sui Zhen put on his clothes and put on his bag. Ivy raised his hand and called him: "Master! Let's fight together next time!"

Bai Qin stood next to Fu Qiong and asked him to eat popsicles. Fu Qiong taught him not to eat popsicles immediately after playing basketball. Before he finished speaking, Sui Zhen came over and pulled his hood.

Fu Qiong was staggered like being carried by a rabbit: "!"

"Eat." Sui Zhen couldn't help but drag him away as he spoke.

"Senior, come to the studio tomorrow." Bai Qin shouted from afar.

"Okay... hey! Hey hey..." Fu Qiong was replaced, and then Sui Zhen pulled his wrist and left.

Sui Zhen seemed to be really exhausted from the beating. He was sweating like he was fished out of the water in the autumn. Fu Qiong went home with him and asked him to take a bath first. After washing, Fu Qiong put the food on the table.

"Can't eat." Sui Zhen coughed twice, clutching his abdomen.

"You will definitely have back pain tomorrow, let me squeeze your legs." Fu Qiong picked up the chopsticks by herself, and when she remembered something, she took off the bracelet wrapped around Sui Zhen, "This, yours."

Sui Zhen took the crescent-colored bracelet and wrapped it around his hand again.

Fu Qiong stared at his wrist, suddenly felt that this was an opportunity, and hurriedly asked:

"Who sent this to you? It looks important to you."

Sui Zhen lowered her eyes and was silent for a while before saying, "It's my mother."

Fu Qiong froze for a moment.

He probably should have thought that he might have something to do with Sui Zhen's family, but he didn't expect Sui Zhen to say it so lightly.

"This is my mother's relic, a string of yak bones. When my father lost my mother's things when I was young, I quietly put it away." Sui Zhen squeezed the bracelet, "After my father found a new wife, he moved. I'm going to throw away all my mother's things."

Fu Qiong said: "...Mom should be very happy to see that you are doing well now."

"In fact, my appearance and feelings towards her have faded a lot over the years." Sui Zhen said, "But it is like a talisman, and I know it is protecting me."

Sad and sour emotions surged up, and Fu Qiong hated seeing a seemingly tough person like Sui Zhen like this.

Behind the taciturn silence, lonely and complicated emotions covered the boy's whole body, casting a layer of gray.Fu Qiong sometimes thought, what would Sui Zhen be like without these things happening?Will he get a more complete and better personality and life?

He doesn't know because there is no such "if".

Fu Qiong stroked his bracelet with her fingers, and said softly: "It will be fine. If you walk aimlessly or in other directions in the future, I will find a way to bring you back."

"I won't leave." Fu Qiong looked at Sui Zhen.

Sui Zhen didn't speak, his expression softened.

He covered his bracelet with his hands and said, "I sometimes imagine my mother, but I really can't imagine it."

"So occasionally I feel that I will be unconsciously attracted by gentle power." Sui Zhen looked at him, "For example..."

"Me?" Fu Qiong pointed to herself, lowering her head suspiciously shyly, "Am I gentle...?"

Sui Zhen snorted and laughed: "What do you think?"

As soon as he finished laughing, his face twisted suddenly. Fu Qiong squeezed his legs tightly, and the soreness quickly spread to his brain and spread all over his body.

"Easy!" Sui Zhen gasped.

"Massage can't be gentle." Fu Qiong raised her head and said with a sly smile, "Lift your legs up for me."

……

After entering winter, Fu Qiong felt that time slowed down a lot.

Getting up every morning has become a difficult thing for him, but Sui Zhen has no troubles in this regard at all. He occasionally trots downstairs twice to wake up Fu Qiong who is sleeping in a warm bed.

The air-conditioning fee in winter is very expensive. The house of the two of them is small, and in the south where there is no heating, the air-conditioning fee is also very expensive.The quilt always feels damp to the touch, not warm and uncomfortable.

Fu Qiong was a clever little ghost, so she figured out a way to dry the bed with a hair dryer before going to bed every day, but it was too troublesome, so the two of them bought an electric blanket.

However, if two electric blankets are turned on at the same time, there is a risk of tripping the house's electricity. Sui Zhen always asks Fu Qiong to turn it on first, and then replaces herself after turning it on.

Later, he couldn't hold it anymore a few times, and the two of them stood next to each other, covering each other's heat in the small bunk bunk.

The new year is getting closer and closer, and another year is about to start.

After this year, Fu Qiong will spend fewer and fewer days in school. There will be fewer classes in the second half of the semester, and there will be credits for internships. When they are seniors, they will spend the entire semester in internships and graduation projects.

Even though this year hasn't started yet, Fu Qiong has already begun to feel vaguely anxious.

He now works in an Internet cafe at night, and one day on weekends he goes to Baiqin's studio, where he can paint for a whole day when he is free, and if he gets busy, he can earn a little more money.Life is packed to the brim with no room for affluence.

It was Sui Zhen.

His live streaming career took an unexpected turn at the end of the year.

At that time, Blue Whale TV's special area was doing a collection of similar themes. Fu Qiong asked Sui Zhen if he was interested in participating after watching it.Afterwards, Sui Zhen broadcasted two live broadcasts. Since the platform provided a lot of traffic, he quickly gained more attention.

Because of the outstanding performance in this solicitation activity, the platform supported the anchor, and presented him with an S3 at that time. There was actually a TV that was not used in the place they rented, and Fu Qiong and Sui Zhen cleared it out. A small place has been built, and a cushion can be placed there to sit comfortably and play games.

Sui Zhen is not bad at playing console games. He is especially good at high-difficulty skill games that require reaction speed. He has also gradually shifted his focus from tower-pushing online games to some rg games with a lot of plot.

It seems that this move made him gradually start to find his own strengths and rhythm.

Many people make videos first, and then start live broadcasts. Sui Zhen does the opposite, radiating outwards in his own field, and the effect is quite good.

Fu Qiong found Bai Qin at that time, and began to ask Bai Qin to teach him video editing. He got started quickly and helped Sui Zhen complete a few videos, which were posted on the public platform, and the response was not bad.

After deducting the commission from the platform, their monthly live broadcast income finally started to grow.

Before the Chinese New Year, Sui Zhen asked Fu Qiong to resign from his job in the Internet cafe and concentrate on helping him with these trivial matters.

At that time, Fu Qiong agreed to him.

The time he worked in the Internet cafe felt very long, but when he thought about it carefully, the past half a year seemed to be very fast.He and Sui Zhen met for the first time at the entrance of the Internet cafe, and later followed him to the Internet cafe. Later, he became Sui Zhen's assistant, and now he became his full-time "assistant".Fu Qiong later recalled that this long period from summer to winter was the most memorable time he and Sui Zhen could think of.

Although both of them are immersed in the confusion of the future, they still have the goal of moving forward because of their youth. Whether it is him or Sui Zhen, they are pure and passionate.

Sui Zhen is very busy every day. In addition to the homework at the end of the semester, he also has to live broadcast. After some signs of becoming famous, as the number of people in the live broadcast room increases, so do more sex attacks. Fu Qiong knows that Sui Zhen There is a lot of psychological and physical stress.

Insults and taunts on the bullet screen are common, and some people come to his live broadcast room comment area or even private message to scold him because of a little unsatisfactory incident. Even if Sui Zhen closes the private message and does not read it, the situation has not improved. , and as he gained more and more attention, he intensified.

Sui Zhen is not a patient person, but because there are always positive bullet screens and comments mixed with disgusting words, his increasingly restless irritability follows him everywhere.

"Crack!—" was the sound of Sui Zhen slamming the earphones heavily.

"..." Fu Qiong raised her head from the book and saw that Sui Zhen had closed the live broadcast page, raised her head and covered her cheeks with both hands, rubbing them back and forth.

Fu Qiong got out of bed and walked over in slippers, rubbing his head.

"It's so fucking annoying." Sui Zhen said in a muffled voice.

"You're under too much pressure." Fu Qiong said, "Why don't we suspend the broadcast for two days."

"I want to go back during the Chinese New Year, and I don't have time to save enough time." Sui Zhen let out a long sigh and put down his hands, "...the broadcast can't be stopped."

"But you should rest when you're tired." Fu Qiong said, "You went to bed too late, and there were several unnecessary mistakes that were not at your own level, or because you didn't rest and affected your reaction speed. Go and rest for a while."

Sui Zhen seemed to be a little sleepy, stood up while leaning on the back of the chair and rubbed his eyes: "...then I'll rest for a while."

"Hmm..." Fu Qiong nodded, watching him step forward and lay down on Fu Qiong's bed, "..."

Fu Qiong walked over and patted him: "Get up...why are you sleeping on my bed again?"

Sui Zhen wrapped the quilt tightly, not intending to bother him: "..."

"Hello..." Fu Qiong climbed onto the bed and leaned over to Sui Zhen's side.

Sui Zhen was breathing heavily, and had already turned his head to the side and fell asleep.

Fu Qiong brushed away the hair on his forehead, Sui Zhen raised his hand to pinch his wrist, and then squeezed it back into the quilt.Fu Qiong couldn't help laughing, smiling, seeing Sui Zhen's slightly parted lips.

When sleeping under the same quilt with Sui Zhen, Fu Qiong was always beside him, especially in the morning... He is also a man, and Sui Zhen is also a man. Sometimes they slept together in a daze, and Fu Qiong was inexplicably Wake up hot.

Thinking of this, he looked at Sui Zhen's lips again, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

If Sui Zhen knew that he had stolen a kiss while he was asleep, would Sui Zhen drive him out...

But really want to kiss him, want to taste his taste.

He actually had countless chances, but when he got close to Sui Zhen and saw Sui Zhen's defenseless face, the guilt of secretly eating his tofu would surge up again.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently rubbed the tip of his nose.Then quickly turned back on his own bed, covered his heart on the bed, and let out a long breath.

Sui Zhen didn't move, her breathing was still heavy and slow.

Fu Qiong leaned a little closer and closed her eyes.